A Plan
#Chapter58 A Plan
The door to the study is shut but I know before following her in that Colton isn't here yet. I can't feel him anywhere near this room, nor any fresh scent, and swallow down hard as I step in, right behind her, almost hidden in her shadow.
The rest of them are in various states of lounging, uninterested by our return and definitely did not miss our presence. Someone is playing music in the corner on a cell phone, or a small device, I can't see, and it seems they have all had a couple, or a few, drinks in our absence. The smell of booze wafting our way and tinting the air with that chemical whiff.
I can't miss Carmen sitting alone at the desk, sulk face fully initiated. She's flicking through a large book, something heavy with aging pages and glances up hatefully as I make eye contact. She doesn't say anything and goes back to what she's reading and pretending we didn't just walk in.